Page 25 of Consumed By You
His hand covers mine on the bed and he entwines our fingers, bringing this to an entirely different level. “Don’t cry.”
“I shouldn’t have laid that on you. That was horrible of me,” I whisper.
“I’m glad you did.”
“Why?”
“I want to know more about you. I need to know more about you.”
“What’s going on here, Benjamin?” I let go of his hand and turn so we’re facing each other.
His wary green eyes meet mine. “With what?”
“Us.”
“Darcy, I don’t know.”
“You’re so confusing sometimes. I don’t even know if you like me.”
I don’t know why I said that. I know he does. Maybe I just want to hear him say it, I don’t know. In a brief moment of bravery, I press my hands to his shirt. His breath catches and his taut muscles shudder underneath my fingers. He’s so strong.
“I think you know, Darcy.”
I’m practically begging him to kiss me but he doesn’t do it. Instead he sits up, running his hand through his thick hair.
“Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.”
“Do you want to stay in or go out?”
“I don’t know. Either is fine with me.”
“In, then. I’ll go order room service. What would you like?”
“Anything not healthy.” I drape my arms around my knees.
He leaves the room and I’m left trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
Walking over to my drawer, I pull out sweats and a tank top. I don’t care if he’s the hottest guy in the world, I’m getting comfortable.
I go out and sit on the couch, listening to him speak. His voice is so rough, so low. I can just imagine what it would sound like with him hovering above me, holding me down, singing sweet urging praises into my ear.
Fuck.What is wrong with me?
He smiles over at me, taking in my state of dress. “Yes. That will be all. Yes, thank you.” After hanging up, he leans against the counter. “I like your outfit.”
“Never lounged with a girl in sweats?” He shakes his head, clearly amused. “Sorry, but I like to be comfortable.”
“No, I like it, Darcy. It makes me feel like you can be comfortable around me.”
“I don’t think there will ever be a time where that will happen.”
He appears to be upset by that but switches the subject. “I ordered fettuccine. Is that okay?”
I practically faint when he comes over to sit next to me.
Oh no. Too close. Too close.
